The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Logan arrived shortly with the chauffeur. Just like Sophia, he had gotten changed.

Sophia sized him up and remarked, “It’d be better if you could take off the golden chain on your neck.”

Logan slapped on the golden necklace and giggled. “Don’t you understand that this is a symbol of status?”

Sophia walked over and adjusted his collars. “Actually, you’re quite handsome. If you dress up nicely, you’ll look like a decent man from a rich family. Why do you always dress like a gangster?”

Staring at her, Logan stopped giggling and pressed his lips together. “You’re right.”

After they got into the car, Sophia wanted to take off her shoes and cross her legs, but she was restrained by the dress she was wearing.

Leaning against the seat, she asked, “Do you know which members of the Bailey Family are going?”

Logan mumbled, “I’m not sure whether Elder Mr. Bailey is coming, but I’m certain that Old Mr. Bailey will be there.”

Sophia nodded and fell into silence.

A while later, the car pulled up outside a luxurious-looking hotel in the city center.

Squinting her eyes, Sophia gazed out the car window and pursed her lips. “It must be expensive to have a meal here.”

Logan pushed the door open and remarked, “Not really. This isn’t the most expensive hotel

and

immediately called out

over and said, “Young Master Jefferson, please

and walked into the

was golden

Logan politely as they

to the private room, whereupon Logan pushed the door

than a restaurant, it looked like a family dining

were not many people in the room. Sophia took a look and immediately found Old Mr.

Mrs. Bailey

walked over with a laugh. “Oh well, all of you

held her arm. “Please

Old Mr. Jefferson before, but she could recognize him immediately since there were not many

Old Mr. Jefferson looked like a

young and serious-looking woman, who was

Sophia stepped into the room, the

must be cursing her secretly and wondering why

Sophia’s arm and told her to take a seat beside that young

you’d be here. I thought that our

Young Lady Jefferson shot him a look from the corner of her eye. “I’m

an eyebrow. “Mrs. Constance? I’m surprised that you’re a friend of my younger brother.

and said, “Yes, he appeared at my house in his car and pointed a pistol at me,

“You and my younger brother seem to be the same kind

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